hilltop

 there was a plan somewhere,

welded to an asphalt track

that lead to the top

of this wind-swept hill

it was hidden in the sharp needles

and red pin-pricked

leaves

there was a plan somewhere,

beneath the swaying grass

and fire-burnt horizon

 a plan

song

These abstract black and white photos were taken on Monday night at the MAC.  Unfocused and devoid of colour they seem all the more powerful for it.

 

 

gaze

This is my favourite wabi-sabi photograph from Monday's session at the MAC.

What do you see?  A tiny person threatened by a rapaciously toothed monster?  Someone falling from the top of a very tall peak?  A gentle, straight incline? A fine-art museum-piece?

In reality it was a deliberately out of focus photograph of some minor imperfections and scuffs on the side of a waste-paper bin.

flawed

The Japanese concept of wabi-sabi is intriguing. The celebration of impermanence, imperfection, melancholy and the everyday.

This is my first attempt at wabi-sabi photography.

wood

and the rain came

in soft shards

through leaves

as we walked

they waited patiently for us

the trees

talking

through roots

discarded and fallen

the green moss

glowing

on twisted bark

tracing the rippled

surface

death and life

cycle

permanence

impermanence 

the floor

of this magical

living

wood